Thursday, December 31, 2009

2009-A Thug Rock Review

In these last few hours of this decade, I've reflected on where I am, where I've been, the people I've come across, and some of the things that have happened. I gotta say, 2009 was like no other year in this decade. Was it the most eventful, maybe. 2001 might have something to say about that. 9/11 makes a pretty convincing case with that event alone, plus the tragic loss of Aaliyah.

But, let's take a quick look at the past year.

The first black President Of The United States was inaugurated. Barack Obama deservedly accomplished something that most of us thought we'd never see in our lifetimes. Never had there been so much emotion behind a politician or election. President Obama represents hope for this country. Not just African-Americans, but the country as a whole. Give him time. The U.S. didn't get fucked up in a single term. It took Baby Bush 8 years to do that. It's only fair we give our President at least one term to turn it around.

Sports was more exciting than in recent years. The Pittsburgh Steelers won an unprecedented sixth Super Bowl championship. (I need my Eagles to get one before I die) The Los Angeles Lakers returned to glory, winning their 15th NBA World Championship. They need one more to tie the Boston Celtics for the most. They may just get it, this year. Also returning to their rightful place as a dynasty, was the New York Yankees. They dispatched my Phillies to win their 27th World Series, by far the most in baseball. Can't wait to see who gets crowned, this year.

We lost many celebrities in 2009. Least of which was The King Of Pop, Michael Jackson. This writer was inspired to write an emotional tribute, which can still be found in this blog's archives. "Requiem For A Fallen King" is available for your review. However, please don't forget the men and women of our Armed Forces, that lost their lives defending ours. As a former member of the military, this subject is close to me.

Personally, it was a busy year for me, as well. Personal highs and lows, as well as professional. We all had them, I'm pretty sure. Hopefully, there will more highs for all of us in the coming 365 days. Blessings to all. Much love to those who follow me on Twitter, and who follow this blog. I am eternally grateful for your support in everything I've tried to do. Blessings to all for 2009 and beyond...


Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Crazy Nights

This is what the Thursday Night Fuckery that you've heard so much about, looks like. If you don't know, I host at a place called Blurr Bistro & Ultra Lounge, on Thursday nights. As we all know, alcohol and outgoing people make for great times. I make sure I ahve some type of camera on hand to record the fun. Here are some samples...

Lovely young lady on the set...

How I gets down...

They get it in, courtesy of me & my DJ, Mark Anthony...

This is how it goes down each and every Thursday night, at Blurr. If you're in the area, come on through. I might even buy you a drank.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

My Most Embarrassing Moment (Sort Of)

Everybody has one of these stories to tell. So, before you sit there, reading, and pass judgment, be prepared to bare your own soul. If not, miss me with the slick talk...

It was my senior year in high school. I had become one of the top sprinters in Burlington County, NJ, that year. One of our biggest rivals was Kennedy High, in Willingboro, NJ. This is the same town that Carl Lewis had the beginnings to his legendary Track & Field career. In fact, his father, who has since passed away, was at the meet.

The day started off pretty good as I competed in the High Jump. This was my first year in this event. I was one of the few cats in my school that could dunk on a regulation basket consistently. One of the coaches saw it, and before you know it, the local papers were saying I was leading the high jump for our team. Riiight.

Now, did I have "hops?" Absolutely! 2-handed monster dunks and reverses were almost effortless for me. But...that doesn't necessarily translate to high-jump success. Long story short, because I'm digressing... Carl Lewis' dad told me I had the most spring he had seen in high-jumper, but I needed work on my technique. Understatement on a very high level, but it amped me up.

Onto "my" event: the 200-meters. Perfect race for me because I didn't have a great start, but my recovery speed was on point. I won most of my races coming from behind. *pause* The gun goes off. After 10 meters, I have 2 runners in front of me. I'm not too worried because I know my closing speed, and I hadn't hit the after-burners yet.

We come off the curve, fairly close. I'm just about to shift into that extra gear, when I feel something isn't right. Not pain, but something just doesn't feel right. AW DAMN! My one-eyed man decides to make an appearance, slapping against my damned leg! Kennedy and Willingboro High Schools were known for having a shitload of honeys. FOINE ones too. At this very moment, it seemed like every single fine female in that town was on that fence, watching me... FML moment.

So, I did what any red-blooded teenage boy in that situation would do: I stopped, placed the offending appendage back in it's proper shelter, and walked across the finish line. Hell, I was last anyway. But...and this is important, none of those chicks had "small penis" jokes. In fact, we could say I was made to feel better about the occurence, later that weekend.

I ended up going to the States, that year. I finished 5th in the 200. Not what I wanted, but respectable. I'd like to hear from you guys about YOUR embarrassing experiences...